over the cliff

Brawny Man Commercial

The deer are coming! The deer are coming!

You just can’t make this stuff up.

I’ve seen the TV spot for it a couple of times and thought it was a joke… but it’s not!!!

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Before I begin, I’d like to warn you that you might want to skip this entry. It won’t be pretty.

I’m not kidding. It’s about car accidents.

On the way back to Carbondale on Sunday, I was stopped in traffic along I-40 near Asheville. After about 40 minutes of stop stop go… I reached the overpass where I saw maybe two dozen people standing near the railing and watching something. A few more minutes of stop stop go and I saw the ambulances. And the firetrucks. And the car in the woods, burnt to a crisp.

I looked it up that night online, and the next day, and today… to see if I could find any information on the wreck. But I couldn’t. It bothers me that I can’t find out for sure if everyone survived. Maybe that explains why last night I relived the day my brother drove us into the woods and the car burned to a crisp.

Now for the not so pretty part… for some reason in this dream, I became obsessed with my injury. I wanted to see it, and I wanted it to be absolutely horrifying. Thus I was disappointed when everytime I looked in the mirror, it was all stitched up. Then I started running my fingers through my hair–it’s a nervous habit–and for some reason everytime I did that, my hair became more bloody (btw… I was also a blonde for some reason). So I kept doing it. Then I looked in the mirror, and I realized that this action had somehow gotten rid of the stitches, and now where my forehead met my scalp was separated. Oh and I was a brunette again. I stood there, looking at myself, right hand pulling the hair away from my forehead and consequently pulling my scalp away from my forehead. There was… a hole. In my head. Bloody. I wanted to touch it. Then I woke up.

I was going to do a nice long update about tons of random stuff… but I don’t feel like it. Instead, I’ll just ask that you send happy thoughts in the general direction of Greenville, NC where Oliver is completing a schload of physics problems. He posted one in an IM to me. It did not look like fun.

We were pulled over by the US Coast Guard today on our way back from Big Rock. In the 10 years my father has owned Sleigh Bells, he’s never been stopped. I took lots of pictures which I’ll post later. Good times.